As I start the semi brave
wishes get wings
the cello, the flute—all brighten;
I think so I am.
Once I planted a mango sapling
manured it,watered it
already a mango was in my mind.
My birth ,like a drop of a stone
on water
churn into and
death circle like waves around.
As waves mitigate
new ones arise
the note ends
the mango falls
the light sparkles
and I feel;I live.
I live in my wishes.
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